Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"A different morning" - Chapter 8

Sagas POV

It's too light. Please let it be dark I think as I feel myself slowly wake up. I try to use my hands to protect my eyes from the light. They are stuck. What the? I try to move my arms but I can't. I feel my self start to panic and I quickly open my eyes. What I see isn't my usual apartment wall, where am I? Suddenly the memories from yesterday flood back to my mind. I'm in Michael's bed. I look down and see a arms that's not mine on my body. It's Michaels. I feel a smile form on my lips, even though i'm confused as hell. We must have fallen asleep.

Since I now know where I am I begin to calm down. I'm lying on my side with my back against Michael's body. I feel his head being cuddled in at the back of my head, I can hear his calm, soothing breaths as he sleeps. My head is resting on one of his arms and the other one gently placed around my body over my chest and arm- so that's why I couldn't move it i think. I feel the warmth from our bodies under the cover we are sharing. It's freezing outside. I don't want to ever move from this position. I watch the clock on the bedside table - it's 7am.

I don't know what to do now. If I start moving i'm going to wake him up and I don't want to wake him up because he probably needs his sleep since we stayed up so late last night. I'm not sure that I can handle the awkward situation that will appear either, because i'm pretty sure that he didn't mean to cuddle me in his sleep. At the same time I don't want to leave the bed, i'm too comfortable. I have to admit it, it feels very good being cuddled by him. Hid body is warm and protecting, in perfect sync with mine. I feel safe for some reason, like I belong here. I decide not to get up and wake him up.

I listen to the sound of him breathing, a light sound tickling my ears. Oh god I wish I could see him right now, with his relaxed sleepy face. His breathing is calm and steady, unlike mine which is shaky and uneven. It's hard to remain calm when being this close to a sleeping Michael Jackson, feeling his breaths on my bare skin. It's so quiet in here and I close my eyes again. Only listening to our breaths, slowly drifting away too sleep with the morning sun shining in through the big windows.

I wake up a second time to the bed shaking when Michael moves his body.He's starting to wake up. I don't want an awkward situation to emerge so I pretend to be asleep, which may be weird. I feel his head lift from the pillow we are both resting our heads on. "Shit" he mumbles before crashing his head down on the pillow again. The magical intimacy is over. I feel his arm carefully move from under my head so that he can get a free arm.

His body is still very close to mine and he hasn't yet moved his hand from around my body which makes me wonder about his feelings about this. It's the easiest hand to move so why not start with that one if he wanted to get as far away from me as possible? Since he hasn't moved it, maybe that means that he isn't hating this situation? His "shit" tells of the different opinion about this though, he clearly didn't mean this to happen. I'm confused. I'm probably reading too much into this too, I can't help it though. I have always been a thinker and always over analyze things.

I feel his arm under my head disappear and I am now completely resting my head on the pillow. He starts to slowly move his body further away from mine on the bed. I feel the warmth of his skin disappear. It's cute that he tries so hard not to wake me up. The place on my chest where he has his hand is burning from his touch. I don't want him to move it, but he slowly starts to. I feel his fingers slowly tracingover my arm, causing chills on my skin. He breathes out loudly and then the hand disappears and he gets up from the bed. I hear him pace around in the room, going to the bathroom and back. The magical moment is over, and will never happen again. At least I have my memories I sadly think.

When am I going to pretend to wake up? I'm not sure that I can lay here any longer but i'm too scared to confront Michael. Will he say anything about this? I hear him pick up the hotel phone " Hello, good morning! I would like to order a breakfast for 2 people. A little bit of everything. Room number? Ehumm... 582!" He says with a low sleepy voice trying not to be too loud. At least it didn't seem like he was going to kick me out of the room first thing when I woke up.